Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.